Why O why?

Ok, so Ron have gone to New Zealand for her higher studies...leaving me behind, in the hopes of me joining her soon.

Now, because others have deceived the New Zealand Immigration, it is natural for them to take caution. I appreciate that.

But... let me ask... why should the innocent be barred from going through the system?

I was rejected at my first application because they ( at Delhi)  didn't believe that I and she were married. Great!

Fine, I may not have submitted the required or necessary documents.(Had actually put marriage certificate, passport and wedding and post wedding photos) But please Immigration guys, please do a background check at least. Contact the Police and ask them to verify.. or something else. If what I say is not adding up... investigate. Only then decide.

Now this may take time and resources...but you should. Its your responsibility.

So, happily I applied the second time. They telephonically interviewed me as the protocol goes. Fine. But, I got nervous, said something gibberish, forgot the dates, names and numbers because of the adrenaline rush. (As If remembering numbers and names weren't hard for me to begin with)
I write this blog ,  I write my diary.. for what? Because I forget easily. For record.

Now the questions asked where all fine and good. But I felt pressured. The interviewee was typing all that I spoke. So, it created a sense of urgency, which added to my nervousness.
One question really still intrigues me "Why weren't invitation card printed from my side." I live in a village, not a city. Familial news and events are told by word of mouth. And since phone calls can do the job, why print?
The interviewee warned me that my answers were not convincing to which I honestly replied that I am nervous and that I find it hard to remember numbers and dates.

Finally she asked me to drop in my previous passports. Now that's a relief. Thank you.

So will be sending my passports which will travel around 2600 km and reach them for a decision to be made.